Dying Symphonies.

He was a wilting flower, her a budding rose.
She'd never met anyone like him.
He'd been watching her for a while, digging in vain for the courage to begin a real conversation with her.

He was a broken artist, her a gentle beauty.
They weren't meant to be.
They weren't right.
But fate and sanity never meant anything to either of them.

This is a story based/inspired loosely by the song Courage, Robert by Meg and Dia.
It's in the player and I'll scatter lyrics throughout the story.

Mine. © 2009